Ok i decided that this "story" will now be for Warriors Pairings. The first one is Feathertail and Crowfeather, i redid it and hopefully it sounds better.

Everything was still and silent as a tomcat made his way though the darkness. His dark gray pelt was well groomed so it shone black in the moonlight and his eyes were a dark dusky blue that grew brighter and brighter with every step he took as if he were looking forward to something.

His pawsteps were quick and sure as he sprinted down the sloping hillside til he could stand by a small pool where the stars of silverpelt were shining.

The dark tom's mind was buzzing with his feelings for the two cats he loved so dearly, one alive—one dead.

He couched low to the ground and peered down into the black water his ears pricked up. "Feathertail?" he whispered. "Feathertail can you hear me?" he called again when there was no answer.

Then without any warning a flash of light was reflected on the water, so bright it almost blinded him. He glanced up at the sky and to his shock there was a silvery-gray spirit coming down from the sky.

"F-feathertail!" he gasped aloud, eyes wide with shock. His beloved she-cat stood before him—perhaps even more beautiful than she had been alive. Moonbeams were dancing in her pale gray fur making it turn radiant silver and her bright blue eyes shone with all the light of StarClan. She moved forward a pace then spoke.

"Why have you come here?" she murmured. "This is where StarClan dwells not ordinary warriors like you."

"Why have I come here?" he spat his fur bristling with a sudden anger "How can you ask me that? I love you Feathertail! I needed to see you!"

"Oh Crowfeather…" she whispered, padding forward until she touched noses with the sleek black warrior, a feeling that made his whole body tingle "I love you too… but you cannot be here. You belong with your Clan…" she paused and when she spoke again her voice was thick with sorrow. "With Leafpool."

Crowfeather let out a faint mew of protest but the dead RiverClan she-cat cut him off with a wave of her tail. "You love her, Crowfeather. Don't lie to me."

"I'd never love any cat as much as you, Feathertail! Not even Leafpool!"

The silver cat blinked and there was sudden warmth in her gaze--brighter than the sun could ever hope to be. "I know." She meowed softly. "But for now you must walk with the living—not with the dead."

Crowfeather just moved forward until he could rub his cheek against hers, not bothering to reply when she knew how much he loved her already.

Quietly she rose to her paws and began to rise up towards the sky, "I'll be waiting for you." She promised.

For a moment she stood there her blue eyes reflecting his—grief and love all churning together before she disappeared completely and he was left alone.

And Crowfeather knew as the dawn sun rose, spreading creamy light over the moor that she would keep that promise. That she would always be waiting.